Started out our day at a lovely Airbnb about a 10 minute walk from central Saint Jean Pied de Port. Our hostess served us coffee and breakfast in town at the family restaurant, Chez Luis. While drinking our coffee, a man fired up his weed-whacker to spruce up the lot next-door. Ray and I immediately started laughing, thinking the very same thing!  We had just been talking about the shock of spending the last year trying so hard to speak Spanish, and now here we are saying “Gracias” and Buenas Dias” in France.  As soon as the weed-whacker started, we both remembered the joke I’ve often repeated that my dad loved to tell –

Do you know how to say, “Cut the grass in French?”  “Mow de lawn,” said with a heavy French accent. Not sure if this will come across as humorous in print, but anyone who knew my dad will probably smile.

Everywhere I look, there are photo opportunities. I planned a rest day here because I was not sure how we would do with jet-lag and the 7 hour time difference. Thanks to our friend Bernie’s advice, we spent the whole day up yesterday, going to bed at 9:30 pm. Just as I feared, I woke up at 1:00 am, which woke Ray up. I checked my social media and within an hour was too tired to keep my eyes open. Of course Ray had already fallen back asleep. The next thing we both knew, the bright sunshine was streaming through the window and it was 8 am. Today I’m feeling time-adjusted! Ray, not so much, but I finally convinced him to change the time on his watch, and he is reporting that it seems to have helped.